The Christmas Holidays had come and passed, and Dyann was thankful she made it through another year. Especially after going through a Halloween she had. Really, being chased by zombies and passing out after having your true memories flooding back to your subconscious. Pushing her hair out of her face as she sat down the last of Hollis' boxes on the floor, she took a moment to look at her Cheshire. After three years of being called crazy, she had finally found her normal. That's if you called pink and purple striped felines that spoke in riddles "normal." "Well, I think it's the last of it."
She looked around and wrinkled her nose a bit at the little bit they had. Hell, the largest thing her Hollis had brought was his bed. Even though he didn't know it, she had another one already ordered and set up in his room without his knowing. The one he previous used was not going to be used by him, ever again.
It was an awkward couple of meetings after Halloween that finally made Dyann's decision to let him move in with her. She awoke the day after Halloween resting against her door, her purse in her lap. She knew though, she could still feel his touch upon her skin, the warmth that came from him resting against her. For some reason, he disappeared. Well, that was the way of a Cheshire: only stay around when needed. Waking up to not seeing him left a hole in the bottom of her stomach.
There were a couple other times, where she would come home and notice the honey was left out, or the faint smell of tuna lingered in the kitchen when she came out of the shower. Any other person would have been scared, fretting over ghost. Not Dyann. She knew who was popping in and out of her home: Her Cheshire. He was keeping tabs on her, making sure she was okay. After all, he had carried her quite a few blocks to make sure she wasn't consumed by zombies. Yet again, he had been the only one to make an effort to stay by her side, and help her without asking anything in return.
A couple of the actual visits they had were pleasant, to her surprise. While he still spoke in riddles, he would let her get her thoughts in as well. Hell, half the time they ended up falling asleep on the couch, him curled up against her, head in her lap, as her fingers got lost in the soft white-blond locks of his hair. She wouldn't trade it for the world, really. The more time she spent with Hollis, the more.... Alice, she felt. She was becoming herself, all over again. Even though some of her memories were still fuzzy.
Christmas was what made everything completely sealed. They had met up in a little cafe towards the end of the night (actually, she was enjoy some cider when he popped in and threw a snowball at her). She had just gotten back from the store, having finished his shopping and wondering how she was going to present his gifts to him. It was peaceful. She hugged him, happier than ever to spend the rest of Christmas with him. Sitting by the fire, casually sipping their tea, she let him open his presents: a black and purple striped hoodie with cat ears, a black fleece hat with red plaid in the cat ears with some chains hanging from them, a dyed tail to match his Wonderland colors, and finally- a spare set of her keys. She was offering him a home. She had never seem her Cheshire so... speechless. She took it as a small victory as they curled up on the floor, him in her lap with her stroking his hair. The conversation was casual, and as she replied to something he said with a kiss to the forehead, she was rewarded with a kiss. Not a kiss on the nose, or the forehead, like he usually did. An actual kiss. His soft, silky lips pressed firmly against hers. Needless to say, it left an ever-lasting impression on him.
Which lead them to today. He was in the kitchen, making some tea, and she had brought the last box up from the main floor of the complex. They weren't heavy, and even though he protested, she wasn't about to make him carry the last box. While they never really spoke much about the kiss, the aura that surrounded the both of them had changed. The electricity flowed faster between them, and every time he touched her, it felt as if her skin were on fire. She wasn't sure if it was the same for him, but it sometimes drove her... ironically, mad. As she flopped down on the large couch, she gladly took the tea cup from Hollis as she took the arm of the chair, facing her. The smell of milk and honey drifted up to her nose and she inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly as the smell alone started relaxing her. "Do you have any ideas on what we should do for food?" Sharing her place with someone would be something she'd have to get use to, but she had a feeling deep down that, with him, it wouldn't take much time to get use to.